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Grass
and Heaven
Jasminka's
Windy
Home
War
Spring ninety-nine ... /
Ratno proleće 99.
čudno
proleće ...
polje maslačka - gore,
ljudi u podzemlju
strange
kind of spring ...
field of dandelions - above,
people in shelters - below
prolećno
nebo -
u trenutku eksplozije
nijedne zvezde
spring
sky -
at the moment of the explosion
no one star
(tr. D. Anakiev)
ciel
de printemps
au moment de l'explosion
plus aucune etoile
(tr. S. Tome)
jarni
nebe -
v momente vybuchu
ani jedna hvezda
(tr. N. Morača)
devet sveća
na torti
sve želje iste - nikad više
rođendan u skloništu
nine
candles on the cake
all wishes are the same - no more
birthdays in the shelter
nebo crveno
od raketa - prolećna
ne baš tiha noć
red
sky over our heads
with speed sharp lines of rockets
not so quiet spring night
ciel
rouge cette nuit
traits rapides des fusees
pas si calme ce printemps
(tr. S. Tome)
udaljena
letnja grmljavina
nikad više neću znati da li je
to možda neki bombarder
summer
distant thunder
I'll never know more - is this
maybe some bomber?
un
eclair lointain
je n'en saurais jamais plus
peut-etre quelque bombe
(tr.
S. Tome)
tako "sigurna"
u skloništu
deca su obavijena svim našim
suzama i strahom
so
'safe' in the shelter
children are covered in
all our tears and fears
si
'surs' dans l'abri
les enfants sont souilles
par nos larmes, nos peurs
(tr.
S. Tome)
Hladna, svetla
prolećna noć.
Dekine oči pune suza: "Bože,
spasi decu od bombi!"
Cold
and bright spring night.
In grandfather's eyes tears: "God,
save the children from bombs!"
u sliku ratnog
neba nad Beogradom
utrčala duga
into
the picture
of war skies over Belgrade
intrudes a rainbow
mladu salatu
gledamo, ne jedemo -
ratno proleće 99.
war
spring ninety nine -
we are watching, not eating
the young fresh lettuce
ratno nebo
nad
Beogradom - ipak svi
gledaju dugu
war
sky over Belgrade -
however, there is so many
rainbow watchers
ratno proleće
laste se nisu vratile
ove godine
war
spring -
swallows didn't come back
this year
nakon bombi
radio
i sitan glasić: "Jea ...
niko nije povređen!"
radio
after bombs
and tiny voice: "Vow ... nobody
is violated!"
Sveta nedelja,
bombe ...
ima li još išta sveto,
možda laži?
Holy
week under bombs -
does anything now holy,
maybe lies only?
malo mira
otkako je počeo rat -
Uskršnja služba
a
little peace
from the war beginning -
Eastern service
posle uzbune
uši pune tišine -
gluvo proleće
after
alarm
ears full of silence -
war hasn't spring
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